The Shmata Queen interrupted my breakfast to ask if it was really necessary to tell people that we were nominated for an award.
SQ: Do you blog for others or for yourself?
Me: Something tells me that you think I have some ‘splaining to do.
SQ: That is not an answer.
Me: Nope and it is not a question either.
SQ: Is it really necessary?
Me: What? That look you’re giving me.
SQ: We’re on the phone. You can’t see my face.
Me: I don’t have to. The tone of your voice gives it away.
SQ: It doesn’t matter what I say does it.
Me: Sure it does. Ask me a question.
SQ: Please tell me that I don’t hear you typing.
Me: Ok, you can’t hear me typing. (I love this Jedi mind trick thing.)
SQ: I really don’t want this to be on the blog.
Me: Dear, you know that I would never put this on the blog.
Something tells me that in a relatively short time I am going to hear about this. Hee hee. Say did I tell you that this blog is a finalist for the Weblog awards. Reach out and click someone, preferably the one that says Random Thoughts.
Ok, back to the serious business of last minute procrastinations prior to starting my weekend. The Sandmonkey has a link to the trailer for the new Rambo movie. You might wonder why I mention that, well here is why. If Stallone can still headline an action movie at 61 it means that I have another 30 years or so before I am actually middle aged.
Can’t wait to show those cocky 20 somethings at the gym. Speaking of those cocky 20 somethings I am scheduled to go play in an hour which means that I need to start stretching now. I can’t just run on the court and start playing anymore. Actually, that is not completely true. I can, but until I break that first sweat I don’t move so well.
It is kind of embarrassing to be slower than a Sleestak. Truth is that it doesn’t last long, once the blood starts pumping the legs start moving. It kind of feels like my internal transmission is slipping and then pow! The turbo kicks in. Ok, maybe it only works for short bursts but isn’t that really what you want to have happen. It is part of why I play half court.
This weekend is chock full of more activities than I like. There is a soccer game. 17 birthday parties, a Bar Mitzvah, visits to grandparents, assorted relatives and the dreaded trip to the mall.
The mall, Jack and the holiday season. It is a recipe for chaos and confusion not to mention a terrible headache. Maybe I’ll get in the car and start driving. If I leave now I just might have enough time to make a clean getaway.
Have a good weekend. I’ll see you all later.